[.sweetypie.]

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[.sweetypie.]

Silly question:
Does whoever win get the art made of the character? I was just wondering what happens, cause I would much rather give it to the winner than let it go to waste.

[brian emo]

depends if the artist gives permission.

[.sweetypie.]

depends if the artist gives permission.

Okay thank you, I was just pondering that, and didn't want to ponder it any longer

[JetFNPWind]

Name: Kilytae (Kale-e-tay)
Gender: Female
Art: W.I.P (Will try to finish ASAP, but my tablet is being a pain)
Story:Also a W.I.P, gonna finish the art first ^

EDIT: Nevermind, I'm gonna drop out, sorry

[.sweetypie.]

Can't wait to see who wins!

[brian emo]

Hey guys just a reminder, this ends today! I'll give you a few more hours to finish your forms and stuff. C:

[.sweetypie.]

almost done with my animation, should be about 15 minutes.


edit: finished, I put it in my form

[brian emo]

OK sorry i'm about a day late, i had a long day yesterday and completely forgot about this. :b
EDIT: the winner is...

Name:
Parachute
But just call him Para c:
Gender:
Male
Art:
[x]
[x]
[x]
[x]
[x]
Story:

Masterpiece
(Ioki is a random character)

"I don't see why you really like this place." Parachute said honestly, glancing up at his companion's face. He had been dragged along to this art museum with his friend Ioki because he assured him that it would be fun. However, to him all there was to see were framed drawings that all looked the same in a room with too much space. "You said you liked artwork!" Ioki said. He, like Parachute, also created works of art as a hobby. Parachute grinned guiltily. "I know, I do. Sorry, its just that its more fun drawing the pictures than looking at them." Parachute was one who carried a look of artistically fine features. The young kiamara's fur was jet black, his spots were pure white, and the yellow markings he naturally bore appeared discretely under the splatters of rainbow paint that decorated his entire body. Like all of the Kiamara species, he was unique.

"Look at that one over there!" Ioki pointed, directing his attention to a disfigured, illogical stature. "Haha, what is that?" Parachute laughed, walking over to look at it.
--
"Well, that was interesting." Parachute smiled, the two of them having finished their little adventure. Ioki nodded, then seemed to remember something. "Did I show you my latest drawings?" He said. Parachute shook his head in reply, curious because he could tell he was pleased with them. He had always considered himself to be a little better than Ioki at drawing, though recently he noticed he was getting better and better. But today, the drawings Ioki showed him outdid his as far as detail was concerned...They were epic. A pang went through his chest. "Wow, those are awesome!" He exclaimed. "I think you've improved!" Ioki grinned. "You think so? I'm pretty proud of them." Parachute nodded. "Yeah, better than mine, I think." He admitted, though a gnawing feeling was still chewing at his insides. "You're lying, I think I would die if I got as good as you!" Parachute laughed. "I'm serious!" But for the first time in his life, he was jealous of his art skills.
--
Over the months, Ioki got better and better, but Parachute hardly improved. It made him feel pained, like he was being left behind, though he knew that he was being completely selfish and unreasonable. It was his own fault for not practicing more, and he probably just didn't have as much talent. Then, Parachute finally had the muse to draw a titmouse in winter scenery. After working on it, amazingly, it was turning out beyond his expectations! Better than Ioki's drawings. But one day, when he and Ioki were splatter painting two black chairs and a table, Ioki accidentally spilled a can of red paint, which dribbled all over the drawing! "Sorry! I'm really sorry!" He said. Parachute looked at his ruined drawing, which had been so perfect only a moment before, and involuntarily let out an angry tear. "Do you have any idea how hard I worked on that?" He said bitterly. "Seriously, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." Ioki pleaded. "Nevermind," Parachute sighed. "No big deal." He turned away and finished splattering the chairs.
--
Afterwards, Parachute and Ioki became distanced from each other, and their friendship was never the same. However, this ending isn't entirely tragic; Parachute himself matured a lot ever since the incident and no longer sees it fit to compare another's art to his own. He still loves drawing; though only sees it only as a hobby because he believes talent isn't great enough. But someday he wants to create a masterpiece that people will look up at and enjoy...someday.

"I want to create a masterpiece so badly that it feels like my soul is reaching out, crying to grasp a hold of that reality. At first, I didn't understand why people made such a fuss over them, but after seeing so many things, beautiful and amazing things, it has finally opened my eyes. I will grab a hold of what is just in front of me someday, and when I have it, I'll clasp so that it will never escape."



Song for Inspiration: http://youtu.be/6zZj-gR4RZM

congrats! C:

[Salamandaa]

Oh my gosh, thankyou so much! :D <333 I really fell in love with him, so I'm really happy that I got him.

I'll be sure to treasure him <3 Thanks again!